Jaded Journeys (pt 1)
Allo folks. This story here is going to be, well. If you aren't 18, you probably shouldn't be reading it. No yiff in the begining, but you'll see why. (There will be yiffage, just not in pt1) There will be violence. 'Foul words' and plenty of yiffing. Just no yiff in the first chapter. Maybe not the second either. All the characters and all that stuff.. mine, blah blah blah. I'll also be using material from White Wolf Studios, however. That stuff? Thats theirs. I hope they don't sue me. I'm too cute to be pooooooooooooooor. - Wind Wolf Jaded Journeys Part One The world slowly faded into focus again, the quiet chittering of the pattern spiders, the pale glow of the Umbral moonlight, the webs hanging off the crumbling reflections of old brick buildings.. It was all gone. A cold air wrapped around his body where once there was a soft warmth. The moonlight was replaced by the yellow glow of a flickering street light. It hurt his eyes, making him turn away to the darkness of the alley he'd emerged into. Torn bags of trash littered the cracked walk way, dent metal trash cans and broken beer bottles. 'It almost feels like home.' The thought made him crack a small, almost bitter smile. He had many homes, the one he'd just come from before his umbral journey. Helping a friend yet again had gotten him dragged up and down the spirit world.. Too much time there was bad. He had no idea how long he'd been within it's embrace.. His memories were growing a little hazy. It was a good thing they'd found his mentor.. But he couldn't go back with him to the place they came from. He didn't want to face his friends again. See who'd lived and who'd died while he wasn't there.. His lover.. Taey.. The boy couldn't fight at all, most of his lovers never could.. He was probably dead. Like the others. Some leech, a bane, some dick head mage with a grudge. Something was always happening in Rochester. His thoughts began to drift back to Taey.. Then the others that had died. That he'd hurt because of his stupidity. Because he couldn't settle on someone.. His head began to throb with a growing headache. Regret and depression were starting to creep up the back of his skull and into his brain.. "Fuck that." He said firmly to himself, walking out of the shadows of the alley and into the electric light of the street. There had to be some money left in his pockets. Change, a fiver or two. Enough for a pack of smokes and a few good stiff drinks. Sleep.. He didn't know where he'd sleep that night, it didn't matter. Maybe he'd just stay up.. He glanced around, there was a dinner over on the corner.. And a dive of a bar about midway down the block. That was where he set his sights on. Hunched over slightly with his paws in his pockets, the lupine walked down the quiet street and into the bar, pushing open the wooden door with his shoulder. The smell of smoke was heavy in the air, an old Ozzy tune was playing on a 'jukebox' that looked like it was falling apart. Billiard balls cracked in the background over the sound of drunken laughter, dirty jokes, and grunts of approval between males. The bartender was too busy to notice him and the place was probably too dark to notice anyways : Target found. He stalked over to the cigarette machine against the far wall, thinking for a moment before making his selection and putting in change. A pull of an old lever led to no cigarettes. 'Never get between a wolf and his cigarettes'. A black leather engineer boot came up and thudded into the machine, a pack of cigarettes and his change came out. Gathering both, he made his way to the bar as his claws unwrapped the film around pack of smokes, tossing it on the floor just before reaching an empty spot at the bar. "Hey, bartender. Gimme a shot of whiskey. Jack Daniels if you've got it. Make it two." Digging around in his pocket he put two fivers on the bar, the last of his money. The old gruff looking fox with a pot belly turned to look at him as he walked up to the bar and put two glasses down, starting to pour. "How old are you, cub?" The wolf raised a slight brow as he took out a cigarette and put it in his muzzle. "Old enough to pay. Got a light?" The fox stared at him for a moment before grunting and taking out lighter and giving him a light, then poured him his whiskey. "I'm keeping your change." "Fine with me. Thanks for the light." He put his cigarette down on the paw and knocked back the shots of whiksey, one after another down the pipe. "You shouldn't drink like that. You'll get drunk and you don't even taste it." "Thats the point, old man." He murmured back before standing up and taking his cigarette up again. Truth was, it'd take a lot more then two shots to get the wolf drunk. Just slightly numb, but not drunk. He had his smokes, he had his booze.. A good fuck would sure take his mind off things. But most of the furs in the room weren't worth a second glance, let alone being something he'd stick his dick in. "Two out of three.. Ain't bad." He murmured to himself before scanning for a little more. "Hey shu-ga.. You lookin' for some company?" A voice drawled out just off to his side. He turned his view to see whom it was.. A rabbit around five foot tall, dyed fur.. Purple fur to be exact, her face was made up poorly. Her breath smelt heavily of cigarette smoke and cheap beer, a drunken look in her eyes. Even her scent was hidden under a thick haze of cheap perfume that made him slightly sick to his stomach.. She might have been beautiful under neath all the dye, the scent, her blonde curly hair and cheap miss matched clothing. It almost made him feel sympathy.. Almost. "Sorry. Your not my type." "Well.. Maybe I can.. Adjust.." The perfume was starting to make his head spin as he lifted his fingers to touch his forehead. "Go hump a fire hydrant, you wascally wabbit." He didn't want to be so direct. But the scent was foul, it was almost as bad as bleach. A paw lashed out across his face, a fast hard slap across the muzzle. "Bastard." She cursed him before stomping off with the steady thudding of her heels. With a sigh he looked down at the floor, inhaling from his cigarette as it slowly died. He lifted his eyes as he took the cigarette and put it out on the table near him. Then it caught his eye.. A fox, only slightly shorter then him in a pair of oil stained jeans. He was wearing riding boots, dirty blonde hair.. Blue eyes he could see from across the room, and a tight white tank top that was stained as his pants. With an unconscious lick of his chops, he stood up and walked over by the pool tables where the fox was enjoying a smoke of his own and waiting for someone to play with. "So.. This a private party, or can I play with your balls too?" The lupine asked as he strolled up and plucked a stick off the wall mounted rack. "Feel free." The fox responded with a sly grin, making his way to the other side of the table. "Whats your name, tall stranger?" He asked the wolf as he came closer. "My name?" He thought for a little bit, he didn't want to give his old name.. Or an old alias. "My name is Rain.. It's a pleasure to meet you." He murmured to the fox, lidding his eyes slightly as he came closer. "And yours?" "Jeremy.. So, what do you want to play?" The fox' head turned ever so slightly to the side, yet his eyes stayed on the wolf, just avoiding eye contact every so often. Rain waited for a moment, before acting on the suspected signals and stepping within subtle reach. "How about.. High ball?" The lupine paw reached between them and groped the fox through his jeans, lifting ever so slightly in doing so. He let out a little murr after a moment of hesistation, whispering back to the wolf. "Not sure I know the rules to that one.. Will you teach me..?" "I'll teach you more then that.." He murmured before snapping the button on the vulpine's jeans, lifting his paw up, starting to slip it inside.. He could just feel the rough, yet vevelty fur surrounding the start of the sheath.. Then he was grabbed from behind by his denim jacket and thrown into the wall, hard, the side of his head meeting with the synthetic wood. "Fuckin' fags, coming into our bar. Fucking told you to stay out Jeremy. Go home." Out of the corner of his eye, Rain saw the fox look at him with those blue eyes of his.. Then he was gone, slipping out of the door easily as a paper caught in the wind. So beautiful.. So sad.. "As for you, we'll teach you to fuckin' come here once and for all, pup." He was still being pressed into the wall, then thrown into the pool table. Faking a slouch over it, he glanced from the corners of his eyes to take stock of the situation. Two wolves.. A cougar in the lead, and a rabbit hanging back with the one with the purple fur. "Told ya he'd go for Jeremy, ah knew he was one'a them." One of his paws slipped off the side of the table, into the q-ball return. It was there. His other paw took the chalk off the side and started to crush it as he faked panting for air. "Just.. Cause I'm not interested in you, don't make me a faggot, rabbit.. But I'll tell you.. With a scent as putrid as yours and the face to match, I'm sure thinking about becoming one full time." For a moment she looked like her head might explode as the rabbit ( seemingly her main 'boy' ) called out. "Hold him up Toby, I want to get a few good kicks in." "I think we all will." The other three began to laugh as the whole bar started to watch, anticipating the fight. The bar tender was nowhere in sight. Tension began to settle in the air and spread. "Going to fight dirty huh? How about we just settle this one on one?" "I don't think so, cocksucker." Rain gripped the ball a little tighter in his paw as his other gripped the chalked. "I thought you'd say that." Just as he stopped panting, the cougar tried to yank him off the table.. And the tension broke with his nose. The paw holding the ball came up as Rain turned and smashed him right in the center of his face, catching him off guard and sending him on the ground as one of the two wolves forward. Rain grinned just a little : They wanted to fight dirty and pick on the 'fag'. They just didn't know who he was. He'd taken on bigger shitbags then all of them rolled together. He threw the partially ground up pool chalked into the eyes of the wolf on the right as the left came in and punched him hard in the face, making his head turn to the side. He tasted a little blood in his mouth : It only made him grin wider still as his knee contacted the male's balls, making him double over in pain. "Goodnight, asshole." His elbow came down on the back of the male's head, sending him down to the floor faster then a ton of bricks. A strong foot paw hit him in the gut, sending him flying backwards and onto the floor, into a table first : The rabbit had finally grown a back bone. Furs were cheering for the fighters, for blood, for the excitement of a fight they weren't even in. He started to get up and the rabbit started to stomp on his gut with the corner of a heavy boot, making him groan in pain before he leaned up with a sudden burst of strength and bit the him in the leg, growling deeply as his jaws drew blood that mixed with his own. The rabbit cried out something lost to him, his teeth sunk deeper before they released, leaving the rabbit bleeding on the floor as he slowly got up. "Johnny!" His girl called as Rain started for the cougar that started the fight just as he got up. Just five feet away, a small black gun slipped out of the cougar's jacket within his paw. "Die faggot!" He shouted just before the crack of the gunshot silenced everything else in the room. Without thinking, Rain started to turn his body as soon as he saw the gun to avoid the shot.. But at that range it was just too late : The nine millimeter round caught him just below the ribs, somewhere on his side. It sent him spinning forward as he fell, landing on his back in a pool of his long brown hair. Through it, he stared up at the cougar as a paw went down to his wound : Something in him knew it was a hollow point.. 'Did it.. Hit anything?' His mind wondered as the feline raised the gun above him. "Gonna.. Die now.." Hazily, Rain grinned up at him. "Keep dreaming.. Ass.. Hole.." The wolf remained true to himself, he could escape.. If only he could get out of sight. He could make it to the umbra. Just a roll under the pool table.. The Veil was hard to protect if you were dead. The bursting of the door woke him from his thoughts. "Police, nobody move! Drop the gun, drop the gun now! Down on the floor!" The booming voice of authority came to his ears. 'Inner city police.. I move and they'll go NYPD on my ass.. Shit!' The wolf could see as the cougar fell to the ground, putting his paws behind his head. He suspected the others were either gone or still on the ground.. He couldn't see. The blood loss was starting to get to him, he could stay awake.. But he wasn't sure how long.. "You, on the floor, roll over and.. Shit, Charlie! We've got a wounded wolf!" The crackle of the radio barely registered to him as he heard the cop talk. "Dispatch, this is unit 152 at the Fox Hole, elm street, we need a meat wagon on the double! GSW, better tell the closest ER to get ready, he doesn't look too good!" 'Damn.. I should have known.. A punk like that would have a gun.. Fuck it hurts.. One hour in the flesh world and I get shot.. Again... Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck..' His eyes closed slowly, and then all was black once again as he slipped away on a dreamless slumber. ( Hope you enjoyed that. Thoughts? Opinions? Please, all are welcome. I've actually got a plot line for this in mind, if you all are interested. Don't worry. There will be cum filled goodness later. By the by.. I'm new to this. Sorry if the text is all fucked up or something. )